Life inside our insulated little ALS bubble took a serious and frightening turn yesterday afternoon.
It was my choice to order the chicken quesadilla. I determined the size of each bite. Ultimately, I alone decided to swallow the piece that got stuck.
The five minute span of time between when I heard Fehmeen yell, ‘Call 9 1 1,’ and when I came to on the kitchen floor with an EMT fitting me for an oxygen mask is completely lost to me. Five minutes gone, vanished, disappeared.
Mom, Dad, Emma, and Fehmeen, I am so sorry for causing you so much stress and worry. I promise to act more responsibly in the future.
Nothing like a near-death experience to put living my slowly-dying experience into the proper perspective.
The Adventures of ALS Boy 
I’m glad you’re okay, Jason. Take care of yourself!
I am overjoyed that you are okay!!
xo
Nicole
Completely, not ur fault, you have to retrain your brain, small, small bites, my mother preferred puree food, and gobbled it quickly and messily but enjoyed every bite!!!
I’m so sorry you all went through that! So scary.
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There goes Emma’s quesadilla Halloween costume! I think she’s safe to stick with the large jungle creature theme…
(Seriously, though, I’m glad you’re okay. Smaller bites, dude!)
you are not meant to leave us yet and not over a quesadilla! thank you god. thank you fehmeen for your fast acting smart self.
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that no good 😦